Being Slightly in Love with You by Cie Miraflor

It is terrifying this slightness. Being slightly in love with you frightens me terribly. I am not a woman worthy of poetry or songs or Polaroids taken and taped on walls and refrigerator doors –capable, fiery, nothing less than a bundle of morning chatter. Warm and lovely. Nonetheless, you are. You are worth a thousand more. You are nothing less than a drink of sunlight or a pocketful […]

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In Light of You by Cie Miraflor

And the pages of old books Clipped between your frosty fingertips Each leaf yellow and crisp Used and brittle They reminded me of leaves in early Novembers Cracking and breaking Underneath bodies and footsteps Which brings to mind that I should have my books Stacked upon my pillow, my dreams Resting on nightmares unopened. Breaking […]

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